Both are culprits
Which man hasn’t lust in his eyes? Tell me.
Which woman doesn’t want to tempt men?
He is a rascal and she, a harlot
When time and space are conducive to them.
20.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.
quote by David Herbert Lawrence
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Love, Daughter of Lust.
Lust attracts man and woman;
Lust gives birth to love in them.
Love inhibits lust since then.
Lust starves and seeks to escape.
Adultery seems attractive.
18.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A woman doesn't care if she hasn't a stomach, provided she looks as if she hasn't.
quote by Flann O'Brien
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Your Time Hasn't Come Yet Baby
(words & music by hirschhorn - kascho)
Your time hasn't come yet baby
You got a lot of dreams to go
Your time hasn't come yet baby
But when it does your heart will know
You're gonna be a beautiful woman
Because you're such a beautiful child
And when you start to bloom
Just like a rose in june
I bet the schoolboys all go wild, but right now
Your time hasn't come yet baby
You got a few dreams to go
Your time hasn't come yet baby
When it does your heart will know
Your life's still a lollipop heaven
Your teddy bear's at the foot of your bed
The little boy next door who only makes you sore
Is gonna some day turn your head but right now
Your time hasn't come yet baby
You got a few dreams to go
Your time hasn't come yet baby
When it does your heart will know
You're gonna grow over night into a lady
With a devastatingly smile ???
And then a lucky guy will see you
And wanna walk you down the aisle, but meanwhile
Your time hasn't come yet baby
You got a few dreams to go
Your time hasn't come yet baby
When it does your heart will know
When it does your heart will know
When it does your heart will know
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Completing All The Touches
Her pupil shone –
Black stole a peek
Her smile wore sleek
Beneath a knowingness
That I would seek
A slipping down of garments,
Jealous of their role
To hide the jewels that complement,
Completing all the touches.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Lines of Lust
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The concept of liking
A woman can gain a man;
The space and the time will tell.
A woman can turn stale to a man;
The space and the time will tell.
The image should fit the frame in the brain.
It takes time for the frame to adjust.
The frame that holds the image so far
Will loosen to dropp it unfit in size.
21.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fantasy IV
Pounce of nipple
Snatches,
Catches me off guard
Flounce and ripple
Thro' the breasts
Arrests
Landing hard,
I'm flung upon my back
To analyse the ceiling -
No appealing under stress
Now under dress -
Panties gone
And she upon
My countenance -
I rouse to bait
Her feminine way
Lead astray by
Aromatic warming
Of her womanhood,
I tune her body's
Resonance
Thro' eloquence of tongue -
Her shrieking
Highly strung
We up the play
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Witch
Eyes, rivulets of red that run beneath a canopy
Of green-tinged lashes –
Tear blood playing on the grey-white skin,
Stretched across the twin peaks of cheekbone.
That slender pillar of a neck –
Magnet of eroticism, blinds to
Veins gorging on the flesh,
Dancing under pulse of blood –
Or whatever pumps inside.
Coal-black lips word intentions –
Castigations – variations of the horror
She was born to be.
O the hair! – a flame-orange avalanche
Thundering down to Hell
Where seething mounds of torn bodies lost their souls
To viler wants and fouler holes of
Scatological minds.
And the plunge of lavish breast –
E’er the siren’s weapon! –
Baits the mortal man –
Were he to chance his hand across
The certainty of doom.
But still we go, our weakness on display –
Hers will not a challenge be to see to our decay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Under lust rain
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Battered Doll
A red dress for blood spilt,
Torn blouse for flesh rent;
Ladders in the stockings –
A rung for every callous blow landed.
Scuffed shoes winked about the kicks –
After all, bruise-gorged eyes can’t –
Just permanently closed.
Burning tears were scant warmth
Against a chill from ugly cries.
Lipstick smudges on the chin to
Nullify all vestiges of beauty –
Those that constituted rare patches
Of purest cream skin, from
Days of feminine joy, telling once
Upon a time there was an angel…
But now, a battered doll.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Woman
No more...
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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When is sex more interesting.?
Stripping of the clothes against shyness,
Tearing of shyness against resistance
And raping modesty against pretence
Will make sex interesting to the pair,
Which a stranger gets from her woman
And which a man from a harlot is denied.
A paramour will be a step higher
In that he drives out woman’s guilt and qualm.
04.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Primal Death
Space
Time
Space
Travel
Raining
Ai ming
Space
Time
Space
Expanding
Un iting
Increasing
Space
Time
Space
Sweeping
Restraining
Stretching
Space
Time
Space
Wrestling
Throwing
Throwi ng up
Space
Time
Space
Falling
Sinkin g
Overturning
Space
Time
Space
Whi rling
Space
Time
Space
Disturbing
Space
Time
Space
Whirring
Space
Ti me Space
Erring at
Nothing
poem by August Stramm
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The rascal
Who hasn’t shed his saltiest tears
At the time of his mother’s death
Is no less than a rascal,
She having been his lone loving soul.
19.02.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Fit & Legit
Sey put ye hand up inna the air, hand up inna the air, hand up inna the air
You an ye man gone clear
Put ye hand up inna the air, hand up inna the air
Rule year to year
Dutty yeah
Becau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wan run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi mek no check
Cau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wan run come tek set
Woman ye know ye done copperset
Cause a you run the district
Ye move like electric
And nuff gal a try trick up ye man an mek him exit
But ye still a benefit becau ye rallyback with
Dem can't tek a thing because a you got the permit
In any case gal ye dunn run the place
If she show up her face then she gwain get erased
She a petty case up inna the one slap race
An ye dunn know already sey ye control the place
Woman ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wanna run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
Becau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wan run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
Because a long time ye inna the biz
Who this gal ya think she is
She pose up 'pon ye man an she no got not a backitif
Can't live how ye live an ye man him nah go give
No respect to her becau the body it a negative
Sey pon ye property dem wan come bounce
But dem nah get a inch nor a ounce
Gal yaffi mek dem know
Sey if dem wan come clean
Nuff a that alone dem a go get becau ye an ye man him still a team
Fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wanna run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
Becau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wanna run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
Becau daily
See the fence an want come scale it
She crazy gal ye know she can't tek ye baby
Lately she come inna ye life an want steal it
Really woman ye know ye dunn win already
Tell her fight it gal ye united
Gal an she no like it
Gal an dem a righted gal
Dem evil can't trust some people
Give dem one chance an dem jook ye like a needle
Becau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wanna run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
Cau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Watch how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wan run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
Because a you run the district
Ye move like electric
And nuff gal a try trick ye man mek him exit
But ye still a benefit cau ye rallyback with
Dem can't tek a thing because a you got the permit
In any case gal a you run the place
If she show up her face then she gwain get erased
She a petty case up inna the one slap race
An ye dunn know already sey ye control the base
Woman ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Matta how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wanna run come tek set
Woman ye know ye dunn copperset
Cau ye fit an ye legit woman ye know sey ye man jus nah lef
Watch how dem gal ya want flex like harlot
Couldn't matta how dem gal ya wanna run come tek set
Woman ye know ye naffi tek no check
song performed by by Sean Paul
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Lust
Don't Let Lust Get You
It Will Betray, The One You Love
The One You Love Won't Trust If You Let Lust Get You
Don't Let Lust Get You
It Will Trick You
It Will Leave You, The One You Love Won't
Don't Let Lust Get You
It Will Tell You That It Loves You. But Really Doesn't
It ill Hurt You Every Time
Don't Let Lust Get You
Because In The End Your The One That Feels Like Shit! ! !
poem by Latasha Dixon
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Mind colours sexualities
The concealed breasts of a lady
Has more power to tempt men folks
Than the cleavage of a harlot.
The deducted cleavage of the known
Has more power to tempt men folks
Than the revealing one of the unknown.
Sex gets force from mind-set-up.
29.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A woman....
A woman laughs so she doesn't scream.
A woman cleans so she doesn't hit.
A woman crys so she doesn't leave.
A woman leaves so she doesn't get hurt.
A woman loves for all the right reasons.
poem by Tiffany Rockelle
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Talons of a Gothic Mind
She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare
To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves -
And all for lust, her one desire:
Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
While coming on her priapismic fire.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A harlot-hound
My penchant for woman and their intimacy
Is unconditional and indiscriminate.
It had blossomed before I blossomed
And hasn’t withered yet in my autumn.
I would instantly fall in love with
Every woman I come in contact with,
Their facial vibes and bosomy waves
Promising a pneumatic bliss,
With which to cuddle my erotic memories.
I would resign and feel myself in the extent
Of indefinitely unconsummated love
By longing, musing, pining and bereavement.
Still I am better than a harlot-hound.
30.04.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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KEY TO A WOMANS HEART...by talile ali
CASH
SECURITY
FRIENDS, FAMILY, LOVE
LUST ENTWINES ALL OF THESE
AND BUMPED UP WHEN IT NEEDS TO BE GREASED
LIFE
GREED
PAST, PRESENT DEEDS
SOMETHING IN THE BRAIN
DRIVING THEM ALL INSANE AS THEY KEEP
BUMPIN AND GRINDIN AGAIN
TO PERPETUATE THE NEEDS
I CAN'T STAND BEING USED, WOMEN
AND I CAN'T EXIST WITHOUT ANY OF THEM
A SLAVE FROM THE VERY START
NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
ONCE,
TWICE,
THREE TIME WAS VERY NICE
DOESN'T MEAN A THING
IF THE CASH FLOW DOESN'T HAVE A ZING
ZIM
ZAM
FORGIVE ME, NO THANK YOU MA'AM
WHO KNOWS WHEN THIS ALL BEGAN
WAS IT ALWAYS A GAME, PLAY PRETEND
DID WE NEVER GIVE IT THOUGHT AGAIN
IT'S TEARING ME ALL APART MY FRIEND
THIS HERE ALL IS NOT A LARK
I NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
THIS HERE ALL IS NOT A LARK
I NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
THIS HERE ALL IS NOT A LARK
I NEED THE KEY'S TO A WOMAN'S HEART
poem by Talile Ali
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